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Title: Civil Disobedience
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kellifer_fic
Rating: G
Category: SPN Humor, Wee!chesters
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 257
Disclaimer All mistakes are mine. Everything else is owned by the creators of SPN.
Dean came out of the bathroom and stopped, absently rubbing his head dry with a threadbare towel. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve embalmed a jury,” Sammy announced from the other side of the room. He’d put on one of their father’s suit coats and it came down to his knees. His hair was slicked back with god only knew what and there was a pen behind each ear. Dean’s gaze shifted to the two rows of six stuffed animals on his bed, all turned just enough that they would be staring at him when he emerged.
“You’ve done what?”
“The case of the people versus Dean Winchester, A.K.E booger breath, will now come to order.”
Dean blinked. “What people?”
This simple question seemed to derail Sammy’s flow somewhat and he frowned. “The people,” he said with all the authority he could muster and Dean rolled his eyes. He backhanded a gorilla and a polar bear off his bed so he could sit and Sam let out a squawk of indignation.
“I object!”
“Do you even know what that means?” Dean asked turning his head on the side and scrubbing vigorously at the hair over his ear which always mysteriously stayed damp long after the hair on the top of his head dried.
“It means you’re being a jerk,” Sam sniffed. “And you’re interfering with the jury.”
Dean levelled his gaze at Sammy and without looking away, raised a hand and knocked the rest of the animals from his mattress.
“You can’t do that,” Sammy protested.
“So sue me.”
Author:
kellifer_ficRating: G
Category: SPN Humor, Wee!chesters
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 257
Disclaimer All mistakes are mine. Everything else is owned by the creators of SPN.
Dean came out of the bathroom and stopped, absently rubbing his head dry with a threadbare towel. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve embalmed a jury,” Sammy announced from the other side of the room. He’d put on one of their father’s suit coats and it came down to his knees. His hair was slicked back with god only knew what and there was a pen behind each ear. Dean’s gaze shifted to the two rows of six stuffed animals on his bed, all turned just enough that they would be staring at him when he emerged.
“You’ve done what?”
“The case of the people versus Dean Winchester, A.K.E booger breath, will now come to order.”
Dean blinked. “What people?”
This simple question seemed to derail Sammy’s flow somewhat and he frowned. “The people,” he said with all the authority he could muster and Dean rolled his eyes. He backhanded a gorilla and a polar bear off his bed so he could sit and Sam let out a squawk of indignation.
“I object!”
“Do you even know what that means?” Dean asked turning his head on the side and scrubbing vigorously at the hair over his ear which always mysteriously stayed damp long after the hair on the top of his head dried.
“It means you’re being a jerk,” Sam sniffed. “And you’re interfering with the jury.”
Dean levelled his gaze at Sammy and without looking away, raised a hand and knocked the rest of the animals from his mattress.
“You can’t do that,” Sammy protested.
“So sue me.”
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Annnnyway, I was wondering, now that I know moderately what I'm doing, if you'd permit me to podfic this story. 'Cause, it would be awesome. Really, really, awesome.
And, cute.
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